He fishes out his phone from his jacket and shows me a chilling text message. It warns him to stop talking to journalists or his sister will pay the price.“Why did you ask to meet me after receiving such a clear warning?” I ask, my concern very evident. He looks at me earnestly.“Because, Millie, I
I got home safe.I feel like at this point that statement is slowly starting to become a part of my daily routine. Anytime I arrive home safe, I thank the heavens. That is never what I signed up for. One thing I am grateful for even though I never wanted was agreeing to move into this apartment. It
My heart is racing, and for a moment I am a little confused as to what to do next. The last time he and I were at my apartment it got a little too hot for me to handle. I have been trying to avoid having him close to me alone, yet here he is. I really hope he will come up with whatever guards he cam
“Henrick, he asked to meet me then he told me, his sister was taken, and he needs my help,” I say.“His, sister was taken?” he asks confused.“Yes, by the traffickers.”“Uh, what?” I nod.“Yes, it’s been a couple of days since she was taken.”“Did he go to the police?” He asks as he is pulling out h
He takes a step closer and there’s barely any space between us, his eyes searching mine for answers. His gaze softens and leans in as if drawn by an invisible force, but I clear my throat and take a step back creating a physical distance between us, my own emotions warring within me. That is not wha
Here we go with him being mad again for misinterpreting my words.“I wasn’t pointing a finger at you Abel, I’m just saying, I can’t do this, it’s not even just about George,” I say, my voice laced with heaviness. “A lot has been going on, Abel. I… I can’t deal with it all.”His brows furrow, concern
I have kissed Abel before, hell, we have done more than kissing, and with every time we did, it just kept getting more intense. Right now, I think saying this moment is intense will be an understatement. It’s hot, burning, and wanting. His fingers are in my hair and I just don’t know where my hand s
It is at this moment that I realize, I did not know he had tattoos. I mean, we have made out, but he was always in his clothes, I have never seen beyond his wrist. My eyes are drawn to the intricate artwork etched across his chest and arms. They are beautiful. I don’t hesitate to move my fingers gen
“Abel, you are proposing…” The words tumble out of my mouth in disbelief, more of a statement than a question. He nods, and then, to my utter shock, he gets down on one knee. I feel the world around us blur and slow down, my pulse pounding in my ears.“Mildred Turina, will you marry me?” His voice w
She scoffs playfully, giving me that familiar look that says she’s still got it all under control. “I know how to take care of children, honey. We will be fine. You two go have fun.”Relief washes over me. Even though we’re leaving them in the best possible hands, the part of me that has grown attac
We’re heading to Abel’s lake house for a weekend getaway—just the two of us. He said he got the place a few years ago but rarely gets to use it. He has only taken the twins there a few times because the only time he gets enough time to spend with them without many distractions from work is during th
Epilogue"Come here,” I call her over, and she reluctantly pulls her fingers off her brother’s chubby cheeks, then walks back to where I am. I crouch down to be at her level, trying to mask the amusement I feel at her little pout.“If you keep harassing your brother, I will have him stay with me at
“Did I?”“You bitch!” I burst out laughing. He has definitely been holding that back.“I was busy dealing with a concussion to see anything, oh, and my mom has way more money than you, you know, and her money combined with the money my dad left me, which I just found out was a lot by the way, then A
“Mom, I…”“I should have taken you with me when he died, but I thought you were already a grown woman and you wouldn’t need me anymore, and I will never forgive myself for that because if I did, then you wouldn’t have ended up with an abusive man. I could have protected you from repeating the cycle.
"Abel, he is good for you," she repeats, this time more firmly. There’s a strange sadness in her eyes, as if she’s remembering all the times she wished someone had said those words to her. I nod, acknowledging her observation, but I don’t want to delve into a discussion about Abel with her. "I feel
"Are you ready to go home?" Abel asks, and I nod eagerly. The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air, making me desperate to leave this hospital room and everything it represents. My heart pounds with a need to escape—to feel the cool air outside, untainted by the trauma that haunts these wal
“Oh…”“I love you, and I would want you in my life and the twins too, but you need to accept that fact about me. I don’t even know if I can be a mother to your children or a stepmother. I just don’t know if I have it in me, even though I love them, and I love you,” I say, and I’m nervously waiting f